Summer's heat smother me.
Winter's wet chill goes throughout me.
I can move
It is too much to be unpleasant.

The moon out shines your brightness little star
Honey seeps from you to it
And when the moon goes to sleep,
The sun rises. and you, my little star disappear.

I will return to you another night
My luster may not be so bright
But I am here,
                           so stay with me?

King Perseus, not merciful but thirstiest
Tears weeping in his Well
Water's bounty, in the king's heart swells
emptiest, his is pitiless

Placating that rage
Spirting the way of sage

Object permanence makes the mental sour
Idealists, the opposite dour

Listening to musical notes as they are sang
Battlefields of yin and yang

Yang's lost its credibility
That seas lost its crossability

The middle Way's middle point
The yin is to anoint.